Psychopath
I'm busy doing something, Mom.
Okay, okay, I know. I love you mom! Bye!
Finally. I'm alone. I look out of my window and I see a little girl, all alone.
I grab my knife and go outside like everything's normal.
Time to do what I love to do.
KILL.
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